Hackers
Jake Steel was the name a friend and I gave to his college freshman roommate, whose half of the dorm room consisted of 1. a stack gatorade and 2. a pile of athletic shoes and nothing else. He only wore tanktops and mesh shorts and would only appear briefly to grab another bottle of gatorade and disappear into the night. I’d like to imagine he was some sort of superhero, showing up and playing basketball with people anytime there were uneven teams.
Tumble Dry Comics: There shooting at my tiny rock.